Both. Both Is Good.

What happened next should have caused an incredibly awkward family intervention instead of becoming a casual Sunday afternoon activity. It started with me sat on the sofa, my shorts straining against the absolute monster of an erection I was sporting. Damn these girls and their perfect tits! But also bless them, I guess? Bless Emily, mainly, for inciting the situation that was about to happen.

Emily, sitting on the floor right between Minerva's legs, looked to her left. Her eyes tracked the silhouette of my cock straining against my shorts, and a cheeky grin spread across her face.

"Wow, Ward," Emily giggled, reaching out and poking the tip through the fabric. "Looks like you’re still carrying some heavy equipment. That looks… uncomfortable. We should probably take care of that before you head home."

"It is a bit of a burden," I said, leaning back and spreading my legs wider. "Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, definitely," Emily purred. She didn't even look at her mother for permission; she just reached for my drawstring.

Minerva, leaning over from my other side, peered down at the bulge with a look of genuine, hungry appreciation. "Goodness, Emily’s right. That’s quite a lot of tension for one neighbor to carry. I suppose this is how we will repay you for helping us out with the moving. Move over, sweetie, let your mother help. I’ve got more experience with heavy lifting."

"Hey! I saw it first, Mom!" Emily protested, but she was already yanking my shorts and boxers down to my ankles.

My cock snapped free, thick and throbbing, casting a shadow over Emily’s face. Both women let out a simultaneous, breathless "Oh."

Now, I was pretty proud of my cock. 8 full inches, and not a scrawny little stick either. I'd probably get some girls if it weren't for that bitch Raine spreading a rumor that my cock was a shrivelled twig with STDs. Only one with STDs was that fucking slut. Well not yet, anyway.

"It's huge," Minerva whispered, her heavy, pale breasts swaying as she leaned closer, her nipples brushing my arm. "Ward, you've been hiding this from us the whole time?"

"Just waiting for the right neighbors to move in." I grinned, my heart hammering as Emily’s small, cool hand wrapped around the base.

Emily didn't wait. She leaned forward, her firm, athletic breasts pressing against my thighs as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. She was enthusiastic, her tongue swirling around the rim with a wet, sloppy rhythm.

"Mm-hm," she muffled, her eyes looking up at me with a playful, competitive spark.

Minerva wasn't about to let her daughter have all the fun. She slid off the sofa and knelt on the other side of my lap. She reached out, her fingers tracing the veins along my shaft before she leaned in. Now, I had two sets of lips on me—Emily working the top, and Minerva licking and sucking at the base and my balls with a deep, maternal hunger.

The sensation was insane. The contrast between Emily’s tight, frantic suction and Minerva’s slow, expert swirling was driving me toward the edge of my seat.

"You're so thick, Ward," Minerva gasped, pulling back for a second to catch her breath, a string of saliva connecting her lip to my shaft. "I can barely get my hand around you, let alone my mouth."

"Less talking, more sucking," I groaned, not really having much control over my words anymore. Whatever was coming out of my mouth as pretty much random phrases I'd picked up from serial gooning. Meanwhile, my hands finding their way into their hair, guiding them both to just the right places.

Emily's lips pulled off with a loud pop. "I have a better idea. Mom, bring those big guns over here.

Wait, big guns?

Following Emily's lead, I slid further down the sofa until I was almost lying back. Emily crawled up and straddled my waist, her firm, upright breasts hovering over my chest. Minerva moved in from the side, pushing her massive, heavy mounds right up against Emily’s.

They pressed their tits together, creating a deep, fleshy canyon of warm skin. I grabbed my cock and guided it right into the middle of the four mounds.

It was a masterpiece. On the left, Minerva’s soft, ample flesh squeezed against me; on the right, Emily’s tight, toned breasts offered a firmer resistance. As I started to thrust my hips, sliding my dick through the sweat-slicked cleavage of both women, the friction was unlike anything I'd ever felt.

"Oh god, look at him go," Emily moaned, her hands reaching down to squeeze her own breasts together even tighter around my shaft. "He’s so big, he’s not even disappearing between us! I bet I could lick his tip!" And then her tongue darted out and slid across the tip of my cock, which sent a jolt of pleasure sharp enough to know Emily had DEFINITELY licked dick before.

"Push harder, Emily," Minerva commanded, her voice thick with lust. She was using her hands to knead her heavy tits against my dick, her large, dark nipples rubbing against the underside of my shaft with every pass. "Make sure he feels every inch of us."

I was losing it. The sight of my cock disappearing into that wall of tits, the smell of their perfume and sweat, and the wet, slapping sounds of the friction were too much.

"I'm close," I warned, my voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum on both of you."

"Do it, Ward! Give it to us!" Emily cried out, her back arching as she squeezed her tits together until they turned red. Metaphorically. They were still beige.

"Fill us up, neighbor," Minerva groaned, her eyes rolling back as she leaned her face into the 'sandwich', licking the side of my cock as it slammed back and forth.

With a final, **** thrust, I exploded. I groaned as wave after wave of hot cum blasted out, coating their tits, their necks, and eventually their faces. Emily squeezed one last time, making sure I was completely milked dry, while Minerva leaned in to lick the stray drops off her daughter’s chest.

We all sat there for a minute, panting, the living room smelling of sex and new carpet. I then muttered, "That. Was. The best thing. That's ever happened to me."

Minerva wiped a glob of cum from her cheek with a satisfied smile. Emily just giggled, leaning over to lick a final bit of me off her thumb. At that point, I could only grin and say the first thing on my mind. "Welcome to the neighborhood, ladies."

Message From #MaxDMagnificentGoat:

Nice one, man! You got a minute to wrap it up.

Oh yeah. The time limit.